Tag: culture rot

Here’s That Disgusting Story

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All right, I’m ready to give you that news that I couldn’t bear to write about yesterday. I don’t do this to torture myself, or you. I believe we have a duty to bear witness to the evil things that are done in this age, so that future generations–if there are any–will know that those things were done without our consent, and be warned not to turn from God and worship themselves as gods.

A pair of insane parents in California has won a Harvey Milk Award (oh, give me strength!) for encouraging their 6-year-old daughter to insist she’s actually a boy. (For an article that includes pictures, see http://conservativeread.com/hipster-parents-win-award-for-turning-6-year-old-daughter-into-a-boy/ )

They say Harvey Milk–a sexual predator recently honored by the U.S. government with a postage stamp–inspired their whole family to “come out.” They say they did it because they were worried that their “transgendered” daughter was going to commit suicide if they didn’t let her be a boy.

They expect us to believe their tall tales about a 4 or 5-year-old child contemplating suicide because God–it’s always God’s fault–cruelly made her a girl instead of a boy. Uh-huh–sure, we believe that. They couldn’t possibly be lying. But on the slender chance they’re not–who put those ideas into a little child’s head? Because they sure didn’t pop up there themselves.

I never believed I would live to see such perverted evil as is exhibited at all levels of this story. If this truly is where our country, our culture, is at, then I do believe America is finished. God has washed His hands of us, and given us over to a reprobate mind.

He is going to inflict upon the American people the most severe punishment He can: He is going to give us what we ask for.

But keep praying. It may be that He will hear us, have mercy on us, and wipe away all this nightmare with a sweep of His hand.

Too Disgusting to Report

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Sometimes I just can’t take it anymore.

I came across a news story this weekend that I really ought to comment on, here and elsewhere, as I bear witness to the murder of Western civilization. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something to say about it. But for the time being, my stomach has been turned too violently and I’m grieving for my country.

In the last year or two, I’d say, I’ve found an increase in the number of news reports–that is, things that really happened–that I deem just too vile to write about. Week in, week out, I report the asinine, the outrageous, and the cruel things that people are doing to our way of life. Do you think this is fun? I’m here to tell you that it ain’t!

Anyhow, there are things that happen out there that I just plain can’t find words for.

God save us. Turn us, turn us, turn us, O Lord, turn us back to you, and cause thy face to shine: and we shall be saved.

A Parable for Our Time

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This is a true story; but to me it seems more like a parable.

A single man moved into the apartment next to ours, and he and his mother and his sister furnished and decorated it so that it looked like something out of House Beautiful. It was exquisite: not just the whole ensemble, but each individual piece of it.

But this man had a drinking problem.

One night, my wife and I went to bed early because we were to go off on vacation the next day, and that’d mean a lot of work loading and unloading, driving, etc. At some undetermined hour of darkness, we were awakened by a great CRASH! next door, followed by another, and another, and another. We heard glass shattering. We heard heavy objects being hurled down the stairs and snapping into splinters. And we heard a man cursing. We knew it was the man who lived there, and that he was in a drunken rage.

This went on for quite a while. You’ve never heard anything like it.

The next day, as I was taking suitcases out to the car, the door to that apartment swung open. There stood the tenant, bleary-eyed and half-dressed. Behind him lay a total shambles. All those beautiful pieces of furniture lay strewn across the floor like firewood.Every single thing was broken.

And of course I knew what happened, because I’d heard him pitching his furniture down the stairs, hurling it against the walls, and stomping it.

He greeted me, and with a profoundly sad expression on his face, stepped aside to give me a better view of the ruin of his apartment. And do you know what he said?

He said, “Look what happened!”

Not “Look what I did in my drunken frenzy!” No: it just “happened.” As if he’d had nothing to do with it.

Someday we will point to what’s left of America and say, “Look what happened.”

They’re Watching Us… Why?

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The last time I bought my cigars at Rite-Aid, the clerk had to give me some kind of disclaimer. “Other than a waste of paper,” I asked, “what’s this?” “We have to give one to every customer who buys a tobacco product,” the clerk explained. “See? There’s a camera up there, so they can check.” And sure enough, there was the surveillance camera.

Today when I went in, I had to give my date of birth. Apparently my grey hairs are not enough to prove I’m of age to have a cigar. I complained about that. “As of next week,” said the clerk, “you’ll have to show us your ID, too.” But of course it would be wrong, wrong, wrong to ask me to show ID before I can vote on who ought to be president.

I’m losing patience with this. Are they keeping a database on everyone who smokes? How many different databases do they have, for how many different categories of people? Does there have to be a camera peering at us wherever we go?

“Oh, but it serves you right! Because you’re a smoker, and smoking is a dirty habit, and unhealthy, and now that the government is taking over health care, we don’t want to be wasting public money on you dirty no-good smokers!”

Hey, you poor dopes out there who think you’re going to be given a free pass for your vices, whatever they might be–don’t get too comfy, because your turn will come. Today they’re monitoring the smokers, so they’ll know who to throw into the camps when the time comes. But they’ll get around to you over-eaters, under-eaters, sugar freaks, couch potatoes.

The only freedom our ruling experts intend to leave us is the license to fornicate without restriction.

Not because they want us to have fun, but because they want us to be as immoral as they are.

 

How Do Teachers Learn to be Kooks?

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Upon reading my May 17 blog post about the Oregon school calling the cops on a kid for playing “hangman,” someone asked me a very interesting question.

“No normal person calls the police because some kid is playing ‘hangman,'” she said. “I’ll bet they have to receive special training before they learn how to overreact like that. I really wonder who tells them, ‘This is what you do when you spot a child doing something normal.'”

Great point. At this site alone we have reported “teachers” going to pieces when they saw kids making silent prayer, playing cops and robbers, drawing a picture of their daddy in his soldier’s uniform, and so on. Who teaches the teachers to be such kooks?

I mean, I took teacher training courses back in the Seventies, and no one taught me to throw a tantrum and call the police if I heard a kid humming a little hymn she learned in Sunday school. Actually they didn’t teach us much of anything: New Jersey’s first $100,000-a-year teacher salary still lay some 20 years in the future. No one taught us when to tell a little kid, “It’s wrong to pray.”

The signs of culture rot are everywhere.

Enter the Ninja

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So I was driving home from the White Castle yesterday, along a road that used to be a country road until Democrats got rid of the countryside… and along the side of the road comes walking a guy in–a ninja costume.

OK, he wasn’t carrying a sword. But he had the black hood and the black martial arts pants and the belt. To make sure you understood it was a special martial arts belt, it was decorated with golden Japanese characters.

Now it can’t be that this person was a real ninja, because ninjas are supposed to be secret operatives and it would never do for people to be pointing at one and saying, “There goes a ninja! I wonder who he’s going to assassinate.” Nor was it Halloween. This was somebody dressed up as a ninja for no apparent reason.

Maybe he was going to Wal-Mart? But nobody walks in that neighborhood. It’s unusual to see any pedestrian at all, let alone one dressed up as a ninja.

When I see a thing like this, I think maybe our culture is in trouble.

The Rise of Gaydeology

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I was re-reading a message from someone who said he would never let his children read my books because he was afraid it would expose them to my value system, which he finds abhorrent. I hope I have made it clear, all along, that my “value system” (I don’t really like that term) is Christianity.

What this reader most objects to is my insistence that homosexual behavior is a grave sin because the Bible says so. But it has occurred to me that, if this person is old enough to be raising children–and taking them along with him to hang out with a “gay couple” who are his friends–then probably the value system he espouses didn’t even exist when he was born. My Christian standard, with its foundation upon Judaism, has been in place, unchanged, for thousands of years. His moral standard was created, as it were, in the blink of an eye.

Nevertheless, this very new notion that all sexual behavior is permitted, and that homosexuality and transgenderism (or whatever you want to call it) are especially worthy of esteem–this perverse and evil code has swept the Western world and carried off its ruling class, its pseudointelligentsia, its culture-shapers, and all those people willing to be shaped by culture.

This has happened with terrifying speed. The world has seen nothing like it since the rise of Islam–and we all know what a great blessing that turned out to be.

Will we be stuck with this for the next 1,500 years? Or will it wither up and blow away as suddenly as it descended on us? God grant the latter.

In the meantime, what I have come to call “:Gaydeology” has all the earmarks of a new false religion, as fierce and intolerant as Islam; and we have not yet seen the worst of it.

But the word of the Living God shall stand, and Christ shall reign. May God give us strength.

Oregon School, Cops, Crash Down on Boy for Playing ‘Hangman’

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If a couple of recently-released illegal alien jailbirds break into your home for rape and robbery, and you call the police, and the cops don’t get there in time to help you, it may be because they’re busy with something important–like busting a 13-year-old kid for playing “Hangman.”

For those who don’t know, “Hangman” is a guessing game. You try to guess a secret name or word, letter by letter, and every time you guess wrong, the other player draws another part of a stick-figure man being hanged. If the drawing is finished before you can guess the secret word by filling letters, you lose.

At Beaverton Junior High School, Oregon, school officials were shocked, shocked, when they caught a boy playing,as  children have played for over 100 years, “Hangman.” The budding domestic terrorist was promptly suspended, but that wasn’t enough: they also called the cops, who dropped whatever else they were doing and rushed over to the school to interrogate this menace to the social order ( http://toprightnews.com/?p=3119 ).

Would you believe it? The child’s father, ungrateful wretch that he must be, is suing the school district!

To all of you who still believe a public school staffed by ultra-left-wing morons is the best place to socialize your child–are you out of your cotton-pickin’ minds?

 

Say It Ain’t So! A Bad ‘Columbo’ Episode?

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As you can see, Columbo himself is embarrassed by this episode.

I’m afraid it is so, kid.

Even as Hollywood libs freak out upon discovering that Islam is not so nice for women, my wife and I last night saw a bad Columbo episode: A Final Salute to the Commodore in Season 5.

I missed this series the first time around, so I’ve been really enjoying it on DVD. In the first four seasons, the quality of the episodes ran from good to superb.

But this one was just horrible.

Peter Falk’s friend, Patrick McGoohan, directed this fiasco. Instead of the usual Columbo schtick of torturing smart, sophisticated murderers by talking about his wife and coming out with philistine remarks on art and culture, all the while appearing to be the innocent little twerp in a crummy raincoat, McGoohan had Peter Falk muttering, constantly repeating himself, and pawing the rest of the cast. At first we thought it was just Columbo trying to unbalance a suspect played by Robert Vaughn, crowding and mauling this guy who hates to be touched; but we soon noticed he was doing it to everyone. Sometimes he did it while muttering and repeating himself. All in all, a flop.

But it teaches a lesson that everyone who tries to tell a story, in any genre, in any medium, would do well to take to heart: unintelligibility does not equal profundity. “Man, that was deep!” is the college sophomore’s way of admitting that he didn’t understand the story he just read or saw in a movie–probably because it had no meaning, it wasn’t about anything. Falling for this old trick is one of those things you’re supposed to grow out of. This is why I don’t like Serious Mainstream Literature, or movies like Carnal Knowledge–it’s either about nothing at all, or something irreducibly trivial blown up as a big deal. And pretentious pseudo-intellectuals say they like it.

This Columbo episode didn’t rise even to that level.

And now I must return to the Real World, where the Pope, who seems not to have paid any attention to the past 60 years of history, says governments have gotta Redistribute Wealth and put an end to Income Inequality.

That doesn’t rise even to the level of a bad Columbo episode.

Are You a Racist?

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OK, it was a hoax: someone told a bunch of men and women on the street somewhere in southern California that Speaker of the House John Boehner said he doesn’t like Mexican food, and asked them if they thought that made him a racist (see http://www.infowars.com/obama-supporters-not-liking-mexican-food-is-racist ). Bearing in mind that all sorts of responses could have been left out of the final version of the video, we still have a lot of people saying oh, yes, by golly, that’s racist! They all said Boehner had to resign (for admitting he didn’t like Mexican food). They all agreed the country “cannot tolerate this bigotry.” One woman said, “They need to make an example of him.” Hey–how about a public beheading?

I wouldn’t take this at all seriously, except a year or two ago, “education” bureaucrats in Britain branded two-year-old infants as “racists” because they wouldn’t eat spicy foreign food. Besides which–are we not hectored by Democrats and media, every single day, that any opposition to them or to their policies, any criticism of the current occupier of the White House, is racist?

I don’t like Mexican food, especially when it’s prepared by Welsh people. “Racist, racist, racist!”

But you know what? I don’t care anymore. They use the word “racist” like they use “um” or “y’know.” The only way you can convince a lib that you’re not a racist is to volunteer to be “it” in a Knockout game.

Meanwhile, it’s a beautiful racist morning here, the racist dogwood tree is in full bloom, the racist bees are gathering racist nectar from the racist flowers, and all racist in all, it’s racist a lovely racist day. I racist hope all you racists out there racist enjoy your racist afternoon.